Just a hint, a quick three I know it’s too much, but maybe just a bit? If you do a good job, I’ll give you a big one

First thing you here when you wake up Last thing you might hear before you die in an apocalypse

Half a ball Keeps a steam Good to go All you can eat

On my innards your fingers must remain if liberation you wish to attain; From parties in courtyards to dungeons galore, You now find me on paper and silica core. If finally added to the first of twenty-six, rest assured I'll cause shock in the mix!

The rich have it in expensive walls, plus The poor have it as part of a city bus If you eat it, you might get cancer in your esophagus If not nothing, what am I thus?